Sea Salt and Roses | | Finnick Odair

Chapter 9

~Finnick~
I can't believe that just happened. She saved us by leaving us. She knew that the Cashmere and Gloss would kill anyone and do anything to get to her. Why, oh why must she be so selfless?! It's going to kill her one day. Maybe she's already dead? "Stop it!" I scolded myself. She's going to live. She HAS to live. But I made my promise and swear there and then. Alive or dead, I WILL find her and bring her to my arms. Even if she stabs me. As these disturbing thoughts ran through my head, I heard Katniss yell, "NO! Peeta!"
I looked up from the ground to see Peeta crash into a force field with a sickening crackle. The force field shimmered as it's dangerous tranquility was disturbed. It soon, faster than my eye could blink, turned back to it's invisible dangerous self once again. I dropped to Peeta's side and pushed Katniss away. She, of course thinking that I was trying to kill him, aimed her bow at me. I started to do mouth-to-mouth to Peeta. I pounded on his chest while I heard Katniss' cries for him to rise. It was then, did I realise how much she actually loved him. I shook my head and carried on with the task. After a few treacherous moments, he finally decided to rise from the slumber of the dead. I breathed heavily as I watched the two of them embrace while Katniss was muttering, "You were dead. Your heart stopped." And Peeta assuring her with, "I'm alive. I'm here now." I smiled slightly and picked up my trident that I had dropped. I helped pick Peeta up and carried on our holy way through the hellish jungle. With Katniss throwing nuts to see how far it'll run.

~Hillary~
As I trekked into the forest, I found a particular high tree to climb and rest. Night was falling fast and I didn't really want to be in the midst of darkness that will eventually envelope me in its deathly hug where other tributes could sneak up on me. As I made myself as comfortable as I could possibly be, I mean, I was in a tree. As I was going to fall asleep, I heard the musical jingle of a sponsor gift. My head snapped up. There, hanging from one of the branches was a metal container. I picked it out of the branch and opened it. It was a fairly large pile of dried meat and fruit and a water skin with two water bottles. I smiled and saw the letter attached to it. I read it.

Dear Hillary,
What were you thinking when you went into the jungle without any allies! You're going to get yourself killed. Go find Finnick first thing tomorrow, you understand me? Some food and water for you and your allies. SO GO FIND YOURSELF ONE! Stay alive.
Haymitch

I smiled at the letter and nodded to the camera. I then packed the metal container into my bag and fell asleep amongst the green canopy of trees, leaves and tangle of branches.
~Finnick~
I hate that bloody fog. I had just come out of that water pool. I groaned as the pain set in. Peeta had just gone off to get water with that spile that Haymitch sent us. I heard leaves trampling behind me. I turned around so fast, I was afraid that I would've gotten whiplash. There, surrounding us were monkeys. They certainly didn't look friendly. I saw Peeta who was oblivious to the world, tapping away. I hissed to him, "Peeta. Peeta!" He turned around and cocked his head. I sighed softly. I slowly motioned to the monkeys who were watching our every move. Peeta's eyes widened with realisation as he took a step closer to us. I mentally face palmed. From that point, everything went downhill. Like dominoes. The monkeys, which I learned that they were Capitol mutts. I fought off every single one of them but there were just too many. Way too many. It seemed like for every one I killed, two more appeared. I saw Peeta trying to defend himself with a machete. A monkey had leaped from above and was just about to pierce him with its fearsome, lethal teeth when a morphing tribute stepped out and threw herself in front of him. She took the blow. As I was still fighting off those REALLY annoying monkey's, all the monkeys fell down dead with a black arrow imbedded in their furry bodies. I looked up and saw Hillary look down at us. Her face held a stony expression as she jumped down from the trees above. She slashed her sword through the rest and the last remaining ones had a knife in their chest. She turned and hugged me tightly. I hugged her back with equal ferocity. We were one once more.